markwildyr.com, Post #131
So the kid who’s first words to Hawk were “Don’t rape me,” found some pleasure in bedding with the big Indian. But he fled to his own room immediately thereafter, and Hawk doesn’t know how Luis feels about what they did. Let’s pick it up from there.
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INTERREGNUM, A Curt Huntinghawk Story, Part 5
Hawk ate breakfast, and
still Luis had not come out of the bedroom. Ashamed, most likely. It was
Saturday, so Hawk went shopping for groceries as usual. As an afterthought, he
picked up a few clothes for the boy. Luis was in the kitchen eating, dressed
only in his shorts. Before he could flee to the bedroom for clothes, Hawk
tossed a package at him.
Hawk had a good eye. The boy pulled on a pair of jeans that hugged his hips snugly. The T-shirt looked form fit. The dark blue button-up could have been custom-made. The kid looked like a million dollars, especially when he smiled his pleasure. He frowned suddenly.
“I don’t have money to
pay for these.”
“Nobody leaves empty
handed,” Hawk said. “You’ll need clothes when you go.” The boy looked up at those
words but held his silence.
In order to get Luis out
of the house for a little while, Hawk coaxed him into the pickup for a drive. Hawk
gassed up, bought some other supplies, and they finished the afternoon off with
cheeseburgers at the town’s only park. Hawk saw a number of federal officers,
including some INS, but they paid the two men no mind. There was an advantage
to having a badge.
That night Luis stopped
him as he was headed to his bedroom. “I can come in with you, no? But—”
“Yeah, I know. You don’t
want to be raped.”
The kid blushed but
followed Hawk like a puppy, standing and watching as he disrobed. “You always
sleep al fresco?” he asked as Hawk slipped into the bed. “I can too,
no?”
The boy snapped off the
light before shucking his clothes, but Hawk caught the flash of a pale thigh
and a mysterious darkness between Luis’ legs. He reached for the boy as soon as
they were settled. Luis tensed.
“Cool it, kid. I’m not
going to rape you. If you ever feel me inside you, you’ll have to ask for it.” A
shiver passed through the teen’s body as Hawk slowly fingered the brown
aureoles until the nipples stood up sharply. He traced the chest, feeling the
hard muscles and deciding the kid had worked hard on his father’s ranch. The
belly fluttered at his touch, betraying excitement. Hawk sucked a nipple, and Luis
jumped like he had been shocked, but his hand clasped the back of Hawk’s head,
holding him in place.
“Aieee!” the boy cried,
thrusting his chest up at Hawk. “The other one!”
Hawk lay back on the bed.
“Your turn, kid.”
Trying to show a little
reluctance, the youth rose to his elbow and placed his lips on Hawk’s smooth
chest. “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” he whispered. “I have
never seen skin like yours…almost like ours, but not quite so. There is some
red in it, I think.” He chuckled. “That is why they call you redskins, no?” The
movement of Luis’ mouth against his chest tickled and excited him. “You smell
so clean, yet like a man, too. You are muy macho, Hawk.”
“And my macho’s
about to pop a cork, kid.”
Luis came up to look Hawk
in the eye. “Luis gets you hot, no?”
“Yes,” Hawk said, placing
a hand behind the kid’s head and forcing their lips to meet. Startled, Luis
panicked. His hands pushed roughly against Hawk’s shoulders. His mouth
clenched. Hawk held him, moving his head slightly from side to side. The boy
held his breath as long as possible and then exhaled. With his gust of breath,
he expelled his resistance. His mouth went slack. Hawk’s tongue slid between
the enamel of the boy’s teeth and explored the warm, moist cavity. Watching,
Hawk saw his eyelids flutter and close. Long black lashes lay against the boy's
cheeks. Gently, then with growing urgency, the youth sucked the tongue invading
his mouth.
When they parted, Luis
swore something quietly in Spanish and buried his head in Hawk’s neck. Still without
speaking, he slipped down the Indian’s muscled torso. Hawk pulled him up so
that they were eye-to-eye.
“There’s something you
should understand, Luis. No matter what you do for me, I can’t do anything
beyond what we did last night. Understand?”
“Yes,” the boy whispered,
his eyes flaming with lust. “What… what do you want me to do for you?”
“Whatever you want.”
“I don’t know what I want.”
Luis’ voice held a plaintive tone. He sat cross-legged beside Hawk as a grin
claimed his features. “I excite you? You like Luis, no?”
“Yes, or I wouldn’t do
this with him.”
“I like Hawk too. You
make me feel…different. Like doing things with you is all right. Not dirty. Not…wrong.”
The boy licked his lips nervously. “Like this,” he said, bending to Hawk’s
groin and finding a rhythm.
“Kid,” Hawk said in a
strangled voice. “You’d better stop …now!”
Too late. Hawk spewed
like Old Faithful! Luis came up gagging and choking.
Without bothering to
clean himself, Hawk pushed the young man flat on the bed and reciprocated,
slowly but surely drawing Luis to a climax.
Afterward, Hawk went for
a pan of warm water and a cloth to wash them, aware of the puzzled brown eyes
following his every move, studying him as if seeing him for the first time. When
they were clean and dry, Hawk covered them with a sheet and turned on his side.
After a few moments, the boy fitted his body to Hawk’s. He lay for a long time
without sleeping conjuring visions of Grove Whitedeer as they worked and played
and made love. In the afterglow of the night’s sexual release, Hawk was
grateful to this stranger sleeping against him. He’d gone beyond what he’d
promised, putting his mouth to the kid. That didn’t bother him, but he
nonetheless suffered the loneliness of one separated from his enamored.
“Luis, your body is yours
to give or withhold. I don’t have a right to it… nobody does. If you want to
give it to me, then I will accept, but you must decide.”
“I decide I want to give
it,” the boy said, sliding down to cover Hawk’s mouth. Luis knew what to expect
this time and put everything into, doing the things he had done with the girls
when they kissed behind the barn on the ranch. It inflamed him.
Urgently, he sucked his
way down Hawk’s smooth, hard torso and did what was unthinkable before this
disastrous trip. As before, he he set up a rhythm what soon had Hawk gasping. He
did what Hawk had done to him, slipping his hand between the strong legs to tease
the sphincter, triggering something in the Indian. Hawk thrust with his hips, setting
off a feeling of triumph, as Luis excited the handsome man to greater effort,
wondering what it would be like to be raped by him. Without warning, Hawk came.
Thrilled at drawing such
a reaction, Luis exploded almost as soon as Hawk touched him. He pulled the
Indian to his breast, thrusting against the man’s hard belly until his jism
ceased to flow and professing endearments in rapid Spanish, loving the man in
his arms for whom he joyously abandoned the teachings of his church, his
family, and his culture, all without once thinking of himself as a maricon.
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